Thursday, 28 July 2011
Last night I managed to darn most of the holes in my jumper while watching a silly boy hack his hand off. I thought the split screen fantasy guff a bit much and couldn't help thinking he was a bit of a twonk. Preparation is everything. The train to Cambridge is packed this morning yet I have a double seat to myself. I smiled snaggle toothed at every on I see, I am unshaven, hair unkempt, slacks unwashed and jumper unfinished. Undoubtably this is the way to go.